With Me
Do you know how much i cried for you?
Do you know how many fists i threw?
All becasue they made fun of you?
And yes, their making fun made me feel blue
It makes me sad, as we never talk
And when we come to a fork we choose diffrent ways to walk.
You choose left and i choose right
I look back and i cry in the middle of the day, in plain sight
I run back and i go left
I run fast, like i just created a theft
You mean the world to me
If you could only see
That you should be with me.
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